#bri 1

Scout leaned over the shop counter, her phone sat flat with brightness on high as her finger swiped and swiped. "Oh my god, where is it," she breathed, moving through photos on her camera roll. She parsed through mirror selfies, memes, accidental screenshots, purpousful screenshots, spicy photos, and more until— "Wait. Lemme check Google." Two seconds and then, "Duh, sorry. This," she spun her phone around and showed a simple, likely-not-worth-the-effort-of-digging-for tattoo of two butterflies, "I was thinking this. Either hip or shoulder. What do you think?" she asked, face scrunched as she jut her hip out that extra bit.